15 Friday Jun 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
Tags
#poetry, ashes, desire, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, fire, Friday Fantasy, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spark, writing
Ashes Breathe the Fire of Life
Rising from Smoldering Flames
Frenzied and Fevered
She Ignites a Spark
Captivating her Claim
Unearthly Desires Swirl from within
Kindling a Blaze, Incandescent
Charred and Blackened
She Leaves a Mark
Her Fiery Heart, Incessant
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
12 Tuesday Jun 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
Tags
#poetry, #RomanticTuesday, bodies, dorindaduclos.com, life, love, love making, lovers, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rapture, romance, writing
Hands, beginning pleasure
Let our fingers intertwine
Bodies pressed together
Sets the mood, now quite sublime
Momentum grows, much quicker
Sparks are flying, never shy
With bodies, ever slicker
Swells of rapture, quietly sigh
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
10 Sunday Jun 2018
Posted in June Writing, Poems, Poetry
Tags
#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, fireworks, fizzled, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing, writing prompt
Like fireworks, we ignite the skies
With hopes and dreams, and how’s and why’s
As radiant lights, we guide our hearts
Through thoughts and words, we must impart
Scattering about, with a certain flair
Watching, waiting, not knowing where
Eventually falling, back to the ground
Messages sent, are quite profound
With a thundering boom, we get your attention
Oh, the OOHs and AAHs, did I forget to mention?
That fireworks are a lot like you and I
Trying hard not to fizzle, when they die
June Writing Prompt – And then we all fizzled – Day 10/30
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
08 Friday Jun 2018
Posted in short story, WritePhoto
Tags
bones, death, dorindaduclos.com, earth, king, life, mausoleum, Night Owl Poetry, remains, skeleton, Sue Vincent, WritePhoto, writing
We are but mere bones in the catacombs of life. Laid out for all to see, we eventually fade away, back into the earth from which we came. I spent the latter part of my life in the earth, digging empty spaces, carefully placing the others who had passed before me, hoping one day, someone would do the same for me. Apparently, they have because I now lie here, naked, though carefully placed on a soft blanket and set inside a marble palace. I was once a king, dethroned for my acts, sentenced to a life of hard times, until my death released me.
I am comfortable here. It’s so quiet, and a bit lonely, though. There are no other bones with which I could play with, no other jaws to hear clatter as the moles run about through them. Sigh. No, it’s just me in here. I think I hear noise coming from the other side of the marble but since I am dead, I cannot ask who’s there. So I wait. Maybe they have come to check on me, to make sure I am intact and still comfortable. But the marble is fused together. There is no way in nor out
Alas, I am truly a king, in my own castle, and it is here I shall remain, for all eternity.
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent
02 Saturday Jun 2018
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
Tags
#darkpoetry, #poetry, alcohol, dorindaduclos.com, drugs, forgotten heros, homeless, life, mental health, Night Owl Poetry, poems, PTSD, veterans, War, writing
Life offers no comfort, to the ones who came back lost
Those whose minds, were taken, but really, at what cost
Trying to find the place, where last they knew their names
In a country that misunderstands, and never takes the blame
Locked inside, their restless souls, unable to assimilate
Homeless, lying in the street, oblivious to their fate
The drug of choice, so many, as they try to ease the pain
I pray to God, that someday, they’ll come back home, again
Smiling, gladly welcomed, by those they left behind
No longer in that empty space, that lingers, in their mind
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
